I can recall one year, as a young girl, I refused to let anyone burn our Guy which I had lovingly made from my Great Uncles old plaid suit and stuffed with newspapers. So we were 'Guy-less', at least for that season; the following year I discovered proper boys and well...Guy was tossed on the fire. I was too busy batting eyelashes at the cute neighbours.
Here's a few photo's from this weekends Bonfire night. The earth may not have moved but the skies were filled with magnificent visuals that could only suit the theme song from 'War of the World'. We stood to attention like an army of Zombies, admiring the spectacle. Well worth the walk on a cold dark and windy night!
|Pink and Gold Jewels|
|Explosion of flowers!|
|Army of Zombies|
How about you? Any quirky traditions from your childhood memories?
A/N: Photocredit courtesy yours truly. Taken with my iPhone.